"They are so bloody real it is as if they really still existed and they do only the landscape is changed." A Coney Island of the Mind, poem 1

"All the other fatal shorn-up fragments of the immigrant's dream come too true and mislaid among the sunbathers." A Coney Island of the Mind, poem 3

"And everybody after that is always making models of this Tree with Him hung up and always crooning His name and calling Him to come down and sit in on their combo as if he is the king cat who's got to blow or they can't quite make it." A Coney Island of the Mind, poem 6

"And his wife just sat there looking at the birds which flew about calling to each other in the still air as if they were questioning existence or trying to recall something forgotten." A Coney Island of the Mind...